Recycled souls

Zippy is an old soul, I’m sure of it. Recycled. Determined to do better this time around. My sister is similar - always wise beyond her years, deep convictions, high anxiety, overthinking most decisions. I wonder, in fact, if anxious people are all recycled souls. Like perhaps we who are anxious know now, this time around, how harsh life can be, all the many ways we can be hurt physically and emotionally. (However, I wonder, too, if others of us, like me, are anxious because we haven't been here before and we don’t know what to expect? Hmm...may have to work on this theory.)

I like the idea of souls recycling. Like perhaps when we leave this particular Earth Suit, our souls go through a cleaning process. Some might come back squeaky clean, without memory or experience stored away. But others come back with residue. Little bits of memory stuck on them, ground in. Jake does seem to be in touch with memories from another life. Remember how, when he was very little, he used to talk of memories from his star house? He told us he could see us from his star house, and he talked of experiences that we had never had together. 

Does that mean his soul chose mine? Or do souls just get washed and sent right back at random? Or, does your next incarnation really depend on how you did the previous time through? I know there are religions that do believe this, and as I sit here thinking about it, recycling souls makes a lot of sense - we just keep coming back to do better and better each time. Not sure I believe in souls being reincarnated into spiders or cats, but why not? I mean, there are times Sallycat looks at me in a way that I’m sure is more emotively human than animal. Then again, I’m putting my humanness above her catness when I think or speak that way. Who’s to say who the truly superior creature is? As Terry Tempest Williams wrote in her “Gods Among Us” article, “Human exceptionalism is destroying the living world.” Sigh. I don’t want my soul to be part of that destruction anymore. Human souls are not superior, as has become glaringly obvious recently, to souls of other creatures. But maybe as we're recycled each time through, we can try to fix that.